Logs:Let Downs
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| RL Date: 16 July, 2016 |
| Who: J'nason, Alysce, Edyis, Devaki, Alani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, High Reaches Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: J'nason tries to have a nice picnic in High Reaches' orchard despite all the people who drop in. |
| Where: Orchards, High Reaches Hold |
| When: Day 18, Month 4, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: T'zur/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions |
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| With winter having turned a corner and spring well on its way J'nason isn't hating the weather QUITE as much. Except the fact that it should be beautiful and breezy with a hint of salt. BUT NEVER MIND THAT. J'nason is determined to MAKE THE BEST OF IT. Which is why he's spread out a blanket under one of the trees with a picnic basket ready for a date that ended up not happening. Welp, that's fine though, he can just sit here and nibble on a piece of bread like ALL is right in the world. Oh, and carry on a one-sided conversation with his dragon that'll make him look like a crazy person. "I couldn't have //known//. Really, it's up to her to disclose things like that." Alysce isn't stalking J'nason here, swear to Faranth. An assigned errand to the Hold has brought her here, meeting with one of the posted harpers at High Reaches Hold. And from the hold, it's the glimpse of J'nason and his dragon through the spreading orchards that brings her here, specifically, for all that there's a waiting dragonrider to take her back. (What, like she's walking? Forget that.) "So, not just a dick but also a psycho as well?" is how she greets him as her boots crunch over the spring grass on her approach, the wind picking up a burgundy colored skirt and ruffling it gently.'. "Still, it's up to her to disclose. How would //I// know she only liked girls?" J'nason keeps up his one sided conversation through Alysce's entrance and only once he's done does he turn his come-hither smile on the apprentice. (He can't help it. Probably.) "Psycho implies violent, and really, I'm a good guy. How's T'zur?" Because J'nason is just going to //assume// the two are bffs now. Gesturing at the blanket the bronzerider then digs into the basket and brings out a cut up red-fruit to offer her. "Are you really? A good guy?" challenges Alysce, her brow lifted in disbelief as she sweeps dark eyes over J'nason in a study. But there's the edge of a smile buried in a single corner of her mouth, and she folds herself onto a corner of the blanket easily before reaching for the fruit. "How should I know how T'zur is?" A green flash shimmers ahead of the petite young woman dressed in fine leathers with a snowdrift wing rider knot affixed to her shoulder. The snippets of conversation draw ink-dark eyes in the direction of the rider and harper apprentice and a sharp nod given in their direction. J'nason takes a moment to take a big bite of his bread, chew, and swallow it before using the bitten off bread to point in the apprentice's direction. "Do you have any evidence I'm not a good guy?" Eyebrow upraised for the last, "Aren't you two friends now?" Yes, please be friends? Ah, but then that flash of green and Jason pushes himself up from his recline and waves the bread at her. "Ah, you... you're..." he'll fight for the name before he fingersnaps in rememberance, "Edyis! The brownrider that caught. Good going!" "Your friend called you a dick," Alysce points out dryly, rolling her shoulder upwards in a dismissive gesture before slowly biting into one of the pieces of red-fruit. It seems to be a practiced movement, one designed to draw attention to her lips. "We're not not friends, but I don't know that he's looking for friends. He seemed pretty disappointed when I told him he wasn't my type." Her gaze draws up to find the woman as J'nason identifies her, narrowing slightly at the answer he comes with but then sweeping away dismissively back to her fruit to pick another piece. While her brown might be mentally blowing raspberries at the bronzes who lost when no one else can hear, Edyis at least can smile and bow. "That was all his doing." She pauses a moment, her course changing in the direction of the rider and Harper. "I apologize I don't believe I've ever had the privilege of catching either of your names." A handwave in Alysce's direction, "Dick and bad guy are two super different things. You don't HAVE to be both." Serious logic at play here. A flash of disappointment crosses J'nason's face, "Did you at least let him down easy? Guy had a hard day." But, Edyis. Yes, that's important to, poor T'zur. J'nason will have to go take him out drinking again. (Sorry Alysce, guys have a bro-code. No going down with the gal you try to set your BFF up with.) "J'nason- Jason, Jay, whatever. This is Alysce - not Lys or... what else?" He cocks an eyebrow at the girl for other not-allowed nicknames. "I never picked him up; why would I need to let him down easy?" is Alysce's answer to that, the edge of her words sharp as she bites into the next piece of her red-fruit with equal crispness. The apprentice, who doesn't wear her knot or an inch of harper blue anywhere on her at the moment, only nods for the introduction. "Alysce," she repeats, firmly. "Right, not Alysce." J'nason breaks pose order to be a jackass. Edyis lifts a brow at the interplay between man and woman. "Pleasure." The green firelizard moves to land on Ed's shoulder then. "Not that it is any of my business but who is getting picked up? Or let down?" J'nason has the mind to put his bread down before he brings the palm of his hand to his forehead. "He was trying to befriend you." More, but J'nason isn't going into that! "He's a good guy, a real good guy." Which seems to go against J'nason calling himself the same. "T'zur, new bronzer from Benden." "Oh, so because someone is a so-called good guy, that puts all the burden on me all of a sudden? For what?" Alysce challenges dryly, dark eyes narrowing on J'nason for a moment before they flick to Edyis. She might be seeking agreement or sympathy, when she offers a shrug to the other woman. She adds for the brownrider's benefit, "I told him he wasn't my type." Ed's brow furrows for a moment. "Is he - by chance out of the Beowin Traders?" A thought that she hadn't had a chance to follow up on since the flight surfacing. "Most bronze riders have the habit of behaving like asshats. Weyrleader excepted." A private smile offered to Alysce. "You have the right to refuse whomever you wish to refuse." "YES." J'nason is really glad that Alysce finally understands until... no, no she doesn't. "What does that even mean?! Ugh." J'nason sighs and shakes his head, reaching out for the bread. "As for the trader - I have no idea." "It means you're an idiot as well as a dick," Alysce translates for J'nason flatly, popping the last piece of the red-fruit into her mouth and rising in one graceful gesture from the blanket. She wipes her skirt with her hands, flashing a half-smile towards Edyis in gratitude. Edyis purses her lips at the bronzerider's revelation. "Weren't you the one who started the fistfight during the flight." After Alysce gives her translation. "Hey now, I did that with the best of intentions." J'nason is totally getting ganged up on here. "The goldie said for us to stay out, just being helpful." Jason doesn't seem too put out though, as he takes another big bite of his bread. Alysce huffs a sound of disbelief but that's all she adds to the conversation as she spins on one booted heel, skirts swirling around her legs, and starts in the direction of the Hold proper again without so much as a polite goodbye. Edyis watches the huffing in the direction of the hold, then fixes her dark gaze on J'nason. "You certainly have a way with women, don't you?" J'nason finishes his bread and then leans forward to dig in the basket. "Hum, fingeroot?" This gets offered to Edyis in the same vein that he'd offered the red fruit to Alysce. "It would look bad, me trying to pick up the girl I tried to set my bro up with. She was doing that red-fruit in lip thing." IT IS A CLASSIC MOVE ALYSCE. "You know," J'nason uses a fingeroot of his own to mock-seductively put it in his mouth as if he was a girl. "I've seen it before. Aye, apparently, good intentions don't excuse a fight. So," A hand comes up, here he is. Like magic. There's a high pitched squeal of giggled laughter, from somewhere southwards. A few moments later, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl of perhaps five or six comes flying out from amongst the trees, braids streaming behind her. She takes in the group of people with wide-eyed surprise. Edyis shrugs to the man, her attention caught by the peal of laughter, a smile crossing her lips as she sees the young girl, a splay of her fingers in a friendly greeting to the child. "Hello, did we startle you?" "Wohhhh, Who let the kid out?" J'nason eyes the sudden apparition of child. "Maybe it's good that my date was actually not into guys." Lots of drop ins today, it's so not the right romantic tone. "Shhhh," the blonde girl implores, glancing over her shoulder. Distantly, a male voice calls, "Alani? Where are you?" The girl -- undoubtedly the aforementioned Alani -- giggles, then sticks her hand in her mouth, eyes darting left and right, before scooting around to crouch down behind J'nason, since he's the largest one there. Edyis laughs watching the girl dip behind the rider. "You got stood up?" Edyis asks then, grinning wide as she reaches to help herself to the basket contents. "There's a kid behind me." J'nason says this in a total conversational tone. Reaching up he scratches at his chin in thought. "Does it count if she wasn't ever going to show up?" Striding out from the same southward direction, Devaki is unmistakably related to the girl, with the same blue eyes and blonde hair as her. He's dressed in well-made clothes, sleeves pushed back, completely self-confident as he takes in the picnic-in-progress with a twitch of lips. Nevermind the giggling girl behind J'nason gives her position away; Devaki's playing the game: "You haven't seen a young girl, have you? About yea high?" he holds up a hand about Alani's height. Edyis smiles wide, "Afraid I haven't, Sir." Getting to her feet and giving a proper bow to the well dressed man. J'nason, for his part, is just going to do this SUPER SIMPLE. He's gonna put a fingeroot behind his back for the kid. Ladidah, no child here. "Hmm. A shame," is the Lord's response to Edyis. "Well, do enjoy your... picnic," Devaki's tone is somewhat amused, as his gaze flickers to shoulders to note their respective knots. Whistling, he strides off northwards. Moments later, Alani peeks her head up, giggling as she munches on the fingerroot J'nason snuck to her. "You're okay. For a rider." Apparently that's a compliment in the girl's eyes. The distant call of Devaki's voice, "Alani...?" makes her turn her head sharply, and she goes bolting away without another word. |
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